One day, we were this and that.
We were the opened texts, yet to be deciphered
We were the spinning planets, the dancing constellations.
We could be the leaves, reaching out and beyond,
Or we could be the roots, covered with mud; yet firm and strong.
One day, we could Breathe.
We were imperfect; yet, we were there.
We were not the horizon, but what lay beyond that.
We were not the work, but the spark of thought behind them.
We were many, a gushing waterfall of ideas and words;
But we were united; one mind, one soul.
One day, we were everything, everyone, everywhere.
One day, we were all here to live and die;
And then we were none.